Prison-Pietie or, Meditations Divine and Moral. Digested into Poetical Heads, On Mixt and Various Subjects. Whereunto is added A Panegyrick to The Right Reverend, and most Nobly descended, Henry, Lord Bishop of London. By Samuel Speed, Prisoner in Ludgate, London |
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The Christian and a Worldling.
A Dialogue.
Wor.Is it not pleasant (Christian) to be great?
Chr.
'Tis but a moral cheat.
Wor.
Where lies the cheat, when I receive the gold?
Chr.
In crying sins untold.
Wor.
Must I be wretched 'cause I'm growing rich?
Chr.
Wealth is oft-times a Witch.
Wor.
Amity with the World I never mist.
Chr.
That's enmity with Christ.
Wor.
I cloath the naked, I the hungry feed.
Chr.
Those are good acts indeed.
Wor.
My Purse, for Alms, flows like a Conduit-pipe.
Chr.
'Cause ye the Widows gripe.
Wor.
I sear my God, and do my Neighbours love.
Chr.
That men may well approve.
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I relieve those that have in Perils been;
Chr.
But only to be seen.
Wor.
This do I do, what is't I should do more?
Chr.
Give all unto the Poor;
Then may thy name be in the Christian-list:
And when thou'rt poor, thy treasure is in Christ.
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